Friggin hellI played for my brothers pub back in the 1990s when I could still do a bit on the pitch.....but it was often too violent for my liking.....too many fat c**t centre backs who were seriously trying to break ankles etc.
I was briefly involved in a 40+ veterans team up here....but binned that off when some lad got shot on the adjacent pitch during the warm up.
:emoji_smiley::emoji_sweat_smile:I went to watch my mates team play in the Birmingham senior cup. He was a very aggressive midfielder.
the brum team had a huge centre forward, who was roughing up all the defenders big time, nasty git. The manager shouted for my mate to switch to centre half. First chance he got he cleared the centre forward out completely, and told him to expect more. 2nd chance he took him out again. Right through him. Trainer on for a while sorting him out.
after about another 10 minutes, manager shouted for my mate to go back in midfield, job done.
The centre forward was quiet the rest of the match. My mates team won.
nick would like my mate.
Yeah, he was a good lad, but a nasty player really. Tackle someone then stamp on their hands as they were getting up.Sounds like a good lad and my type of tactic.
I know people take the piss but it works. Mind games.
Yeah, he was a good lad, but a nasty player really. Tackle someone then stamp on their hands as they were getting up.
it was all about inciting fear. He was a good player as well.
Wow, you played with Lee Burge?At around U13/14 possibly against Whitley Abbey we had a corner and I was designated to stay back (only a short arse). Corner was cleared and was being chased down so passed the ball back to the keeper from inside their half and was keeping an eye on the striker to cut him off from closing down further when their team start cheering and laughing.
I turn round to see our keeper flat on his arse and the ball in the net. Apparently he'd rushed out to welly it upfield, stumbled, kicked fresh air, fallen over and the ball had gone in the net. At that point I learnt always pass the ball back away from the goal.
Let them know you are there.You want to try being a referee on a Sunday morning! Had to dip in and out if it over the years but wouldn’t touch it with a barge pole anymore.
A shame really because the majority are just a bunch of mates who want a game of football but in amongst them is always one arse who wants to break peoples legs.
Let them know you are there.
playing centre half up at longford park, and there was a real nob of a striker, who tried to do a job on me at every opportunity
Next time the he was near me, just as the ref turned away, i grabbed his arm, put it near my face, and went down in a heap
he got a straight red- threatening to do me after the game
For the rest of the game, i stayed on the far side - and told the ref to give me warning when he was about to blow
we won 5-1 and I was out of the car park about 5 seconds after the final whistle
I scored an own goal like this. Booted a cross clear(ish) which was straight into the wind and it flew behind me and 25 foot into net, bouncing over the keepers head. I totally blamed the keeper for making me look a twat.I think I may have told this one on here but here we go play on a Sunday on a really windy day and the opposition pass it back to the keeper on was on the edge of his box, he absolutely belts the ball as he is kicking into the wind unfortunately for him it mainly went up so caught the wind and blew straight over his head into the net.
I scored an own goal like this. Booted a cross clear(ish) which was straight into the wind and it flew behind me and 25 foot into net, bouncing over the keepers head. I totally blamed the keeper for making me look a twat.
I also scored from the half way line and in diving the keeper knocked himself out on the post.
I also remember putting the ball into touch which was of course another pitch which knocked an old granny flying. Funny how those sort of memories stick with you.
There was the usual cup games in brum that ended in parents squaring up in car parks etc.
I turned up to a match in Nuneaton about 15 years ago and there was a burnt out car on the pitch, and sharp metal sticking up everywhere...
The ref (who obviously wanted his subs) was keen to play the match and tried to get us all lifting it up and off the pitch.
To be honest I was also keen, but most people were having none of it.
I do remember playing in some absolutely awful weather, but still giving the ref an absolute slating when they (rightly) abandoned games...!
I think it was Vale View.. Which I think is back end of Camp Hill.Was that Paulsland or Dog Shit Alley?
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